they were led by a blue horse
dressed in pink and lavender
surgicial steel insterments to
assist in replacing, wayward bones
a home for those seeking skill
in reparing and reviving the ill
young & old recieving treatment
many leaving, with more then health
in rooms, controled, for necessities
where jerms, take a dive, into anticeptic
heart beats and babies, born into
the best hospitials, and death lives
in the basement, carried out into black
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